He isn't offended, used to the whims of cats having had some on the farm. Besides, she's meant for Bela.

James yawns and rubs a hand down his face, then props himself onto one elbow. "I asked Emmanuel, when he was offering." He sort of shrugs, given the position he's laying in. "Figured it couldn't hurt and that maybe He'd give you a stuffed animal or a photo, because why the real thing, right?" Sure, He's Jesus/Santa/whatever, but they're still in Hell, in a punishment experiment.